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Hello faithful readers! This is a special treat for you! This is a NEVER BEFORE SEEN clip I just thought of and thought I would share it with you!

This happens at the end of Chapter 2, after the Rose and Emmett fluff. This is a cute little clip that takes place a week after that involving Jasmine and Carlisle.

Enjoy!

(Jasmine's POV)

Mom and Dad were out hunting with Uncle Emmett and Auntie Rose, and I was stuck home…again.. But it was alright I suppose.

Grandpa Carlisle had explained to me, as well as mom and dad as to why they had to leave all the time. Just because I understood, didn't mean that I had to like it.

Currently I was sitting on the floor, with a pad of paper in my small hands drawing a picture (a skill I got from mom, Alice, I was told). My sketch consisted of my mom, dad and me. I didn't think it was all that great, but when I finished putting on the final touches…I was proud of my work. Excited, I rushed to Grandpa to show him my work, leaving my pencils strewn out across the floor.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! Look what I did!" I shouted clutching my precious drawing tightly as my golden curls bobbed behind me.

Carlisle looked up from one of his books, setting the book aside to admire my work.

"Jasmine, That's wonderful." he smiled taking in in his hand to study it more.

"You really like it?" I asked hopefully studying his face. If I really wanted to, I could use my gift to see if he was telling me the truth, but I didn't.

"Of course." He assured, handing the paper back to me before suddenly pulling me into his lap. I smiled and giggled as he began tickling me, my laughter echoing around the room. When his hands stopped, I was breathless as tears had streamed down my face. Wiping away the tears, I took a deep breath and asked the question that was on my mind.

"Grandpa? When is mom and dad going to be home? I want to show them my picture too."

"Soon." He replied, pulling me into a hug. Involuntarily, I yawned and Grandpa noticed.

"If you're done with your pencils, perhaps we should put them away and then I think it's your bedtime."

"But Grandpa, I'm not tired." I lied. The moment those words left my mouth, I yawned again, contradicting every word.

"Sure you're not." He muttered sarcastically. Sighing, I slid off his lap and put all my pencils away. When that was done, I climbed onto the cool leather couch trying to stay awake so I could show mom and dad my drawing when they returned. My eyelids began to get heavier and heavier as I fought to stay awake.

"Jasmine, You really should go to bed." Carlisle suggested once more.

"But I want to show them my picture." I whined, although I didn't know how much longer I could stay awake. I must have been more tired than I realized when he chuckled.

"Perhaps you should take a nap here, and I can wake you when they return?"

It was a very tempting offer. I really was exhausted. Giving in, I nodded and stretched out comfortably along the couch, nestling into the cool leather. I closed my eyes as I drifted off to sleep, grandpa's promise ringing in my ears.

(Carlisle's POV)

I watched as Jasmine nestled into the cool leather, falling to sleep in mere seconds. Setting my medical journal aside, I dashed to Jasmines' room to grab a blanket for her while she slept. I found her favorite blue colored blanket resting on the end of her bed and pulled in with me downstairs. Slowly, and carefully, I draped the fabric over her tiny body.

She stirred a little as I placed the blanket over her and I was afraid that my actions had woke her. That thought flew from my mind as her movements stilled, her breathing more slow and shallow, as a few strands of hair fell haphazardly on to her face.

The more I sat watching her, the more content I seemed, and I couldn't help but notice how special she really was. Very carefully I reached out and brushed her golden curls away from her face that were the exact same shade of gold as Jasper's hair and just as curly.

Gazing down at my sleeping granddaughter, I noticed she had Alice's eyes and nose, and Jasper's lips. She was quite stunning. Everything about her amazed me. She was certainly a fluke of nature. She was conceived under the most impossible circumstances. She confounded us all.

As she grew we expected her to be more like Alice, but we were wrong. She was so much like Jasper it was astounding.

She was quiet, only speaking when she had something important to say. And she was incredibly observant too. She caught things we almost missed. But like Alice, She liked to shop, and her drawing skills rivaled Alice's in perfection as my eyes glanced back over her newly drawn sketch. The amount of detail was incredible. She was truly more gifted in more ways than one.

And speaking of gifts… she had two. She saw visions like Alice, and she could manipulate emotions like Jasper could. How? I had no idea. We may never know.

Sighing, I placed Jasmine's sketch back on the end table where it would remain until Alice and Jasper returned from their hunt. I brushed my fingers through her hair one last time, whispering 'goodnight', and went back to reading my medical journal once again.

A/N: Cute huh? Hope you liked it! Thanks for reading! Check out my other stories, Lost and Found, If You Only Knew, and Infamous and Irresistible (and a few others)! Thanks!

~ Shorty22133 ~